40 Seconds

🔞🔞🔞 My name doesn't matter. My filthy urges do. I came home from work. The bedroom door was half open. My husband was there, pounding into some woman on our bed, his cock slamming in and out, deep and rough. I should have screamed. Instead my pussy clenched hard. I stood frozen, watching every thrust. My hand slipped under my skirt on its own. Fingers circled my clit as he fucked her right in front of me. He glanced over. “You like watching my cock stretch her?” I rubbed faster. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. Then I came shaking, eyes locked on him pounding her. *** 69 Dripping Fantasies is sixty-nine raw taboo stories. Wives catching husbands cheating and getting soaked instead of angry. Step-family secrets whispered in quiet. Glory holes that fill fast. Honeymoon wife swaps sparked by one dumb dare. Older rich men taking total control. Professors crossing every forbidden line. Husband’s best friends sneaking in. Strangers who follow, then fuck hard. Group nights in dark clubs. Cucks cleaning up every last drop. *** I’m on my knees. One thick cock buried deep in my throat, making me gag. The woman behind me squeezes my tits until it hurts so good. Her tongue between my ass, teasing, no cock has filled my pussy or ass yet. But I’m trembling, dripping, seconds from squirting everywhere. Two massive black cocks wait their turn, and her presence makes it filthier… hotter. I never knew I craved this so badly. *** No soft romance. Just dirty yeses where no should be. Sixty-nine stories. Sixty-nine surrenders. Read if you’re brave. These pages might leave you wet, jealous, horny… or secretly think of your own filthy fantasies when nobody’s watching. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Nagising si Cresia sa nakakasilaw na liwanag. Iginala niya ang paningin. She found myself lying on the cold ground. Huling naalala niya, habang pabalik siya sa condo... may nakita siyang batang babae sa kabilang bahagi ng kalsada. The girl was about to get hit by a car but she saved her. Bumangon siya at muling iginala ang tingin sa paligid. Nasaan na ang batang iniligtas niya? Where is she now? Napapikit siya nang tamaan ang mata ng sinag ng araw. Fuck. At bakit umaga na? Nakatulog ba siya sa daan? Ibinaba niya ang tingin sa sarili. She remember she was covered with blood. But how come she was perfectly fine now? Walang anumang bahid ng dugo ang damit niya... Iginalaw ni Cresia ang kamay. Wala siyang naramdamang anumang masakit doon. Nanlaki ang mga mata niya nang makita ang isang paparating na truck. Fuck! Her first instinct is to run. But it is too late. The truck is only meters away from her. Mariin niyang ipinikit ang mga mata at hinintay ang pagtama niyon sa kanya... But seconds passed. Nothing happened. Walang truck na tumama sa kanya. Bakit? Dahan-dahang idinilat ni Cresia ang mga mata. Wala na ang truck. Bakit? Anong nangyari? Muli niyang inalala ang nangyari kagabi... She was fucking sure she got hit by a car. Hindi kaya...hindi kaya...patay na siya? "Not yet." Isang lalaki ang biglang sumulpot sa tabi niya. Para itong galing sa libing sa suot na damit. Black cape, black pants, black shoes. Everything is black. Even his eyes. They're as dark as his outfit. "S-sino ka?" He smiled to her. Hindi alam ni Cresia kung bakit kinilabutan siya sa ngiti ng lalaki. "I'm Kairos. Your death angel." Death angel? "What? I... I'm...I'm dead?"

To afford train tickets home for New Year's Eve, I searched for a part-time job and stumbled into a livestream that was practically throwing money at the chat. A young woman in a silk robe rested her chin on her hand. Behind her, a villa glowed under expensive lighting that reflected off polished marble floors. "Being kept in here is suffocating," she said in a voice that mixed boredom with sweetness. "My sponsor gives me more money than I can spend. Help me out. Take some off my hands." Cash drops flashed across the screen one after another. I tapped as fast as I could, my heart hammering. A few large ones landed in my account. I was close. One more would cover both my ticket and my boyfriend's. The streamer leaned closer to the camera. "He keeps saying my tear mole looks like his girlfriend's," she said, her mouth twisting with disgust. "So unlucky. Of all things, I had to match with some broke girl." My finger slipped. I had a tear mole under my eye in the same spot. The live chat flooded with questions. [How is the sponsor's girlfriend broke?] The streamer gave a short snort and reapplied her lipstick, as if correcting a minor flaw. "He's just messing around. He tricked her into 200,000 dollars in debt. She's so stupid she works multiple jobs to help him pay it off." A chill settled in my chest. My boyfriend also owed 200,000 dollars. She continued, her tone light, "The funniest part? He slept with me for three days. When he left, I asked if he was giving her a taste of honey." She smiled cruelly. "He said all he has to do is claim he's going to work a construction site hauling rebar. The idiot will feel guilty and deliver food all night. So he won't need to please her." Another large cash drop flashed across the screen. The total reached the exact amount I needed. My phone rang. Benjamin's name lit up the display. When I answered, his voice sounded worn down, as if it had scraped against concrete. "Via, we still don't have enough for the tickets," he said. "I hauled rebar and made a little over 40 dollars. I'm heading home now."

결혼 40년 차 남편이 첫사랑과 욕조에서 무드를 잡다가 감전사를 당하게 되었다. 가족밖에 모르던 나는 하루아침에 과부가 되자 하늘이 무너지는 것 같았다. 결국 딸에게 전화를 걸어 도움을 청할 수밖에 없었다. “예령아, 네 아빠랑 안정미가 감전되어서 목숨이 간당간당한데...” 하지만 들려오는 거라고는 지예령의 호통 소리뿐이었다. “엄마, 징그럽게 왜 그래요? 대체 원하는 게 뭐예요?” “아빠랑 정미 이모는 평생을 떳떳하게 살아온 분들인데 왜 헐뜯지 못해 안달이죠? 엄마 때문에 선우가 회사에서 얼굴을 들고 다닐 수가 없잖아요.” 내가 대답하기도 전에 딸은 전화를 끊었고, 다시 연락했을 때 이미 차단된 상태였다. 실오라기 하나 걸치지 않은 채 욕조에서 꼭 끌어안고 기절한 두 남녀를 바라보자 당최 어찌할 바를 몰랐다. 여보, 당신이 없으면 나는 어떡하라고? 지성 그룹 같은 대기업을 물려받으면 긴장한 마음에 잠도 못 이룰 것 같은데 말이야.

After being reborn, I secretly switch the man I want to marry the most to the useless scion who loves flirting with me that lives next door. My dad, who's a high-ranking military colonel, is quite surprised by my choice, but he respects my wishes. In my past life, when Dad asked who I liked the most in the entire neighborhood, I had written down Damian Conrad's name. He nodded and told me, "This man has contributed greatly to the country despite only joining the army for three years. His future will definitely be a bright one. "A man as just and fair as him will undoubtedly be a good man who takes good care of his family and stays devoted to them." Dad immediately arranged for the two families to meet. Everyone thought that it was a rare and fated union. Our wedding was very grand and high-profile. Most of the people living in the military base came over to celebrate our wedding. But Damian set off for the frontier half a year after our marriage, with the excuse of wanting to contribute to the country. Not only did he leave me behind to take care of my in-laws on my own, but he also cut off all contact with me when Dad was severely ill. When I was finally done dealing with Dad's funeral matters, all I received was the bad news of Damian's death at the frontier. Crushed by the devastation and despair of the news, I fell into severe depression. Soon, I took my own life by jumping off the building. After my death, my soul refused to fade away at all. 40 years later, an elderly man and woman with graying hair showed up before my grave. With an arm around Heidi Myers' waist, Damian paid his respects to me at my grave. "It's my fault for lying to you back then, Carla. But Heidi doesn't have much time to live, so I can resort to desperate measures. Please let everything go and stop pestering her, Carla. If you really are resentful, feel free to come at me instead." It turns out that Damian loved Heidi this much that he was willing to fake his death just to trick me. But at the same time, they were so superstitious that they thought I was the one pestering Heidi, causing her to be afflicted with a terminal cancer. Now that I found out about the truth, I finally let my obsession go. When I open my eyes again, I realize I've returned to the day Dad asks me who I want to marry the most.

아빠가 나를 아주머니가 주최한 연회에 데리고 갔다. 연회에서 케이크를 먹다가 케이크 속에 들어 있던 체리를 발견하고 급히 뱉어냈다. 어렸을 때 체리를 먹고 온몸에 두드러기가 나서 죽을 뻔했던 기억 때문에 이 맛은 너무도 익숙했다. 하지만 아주머니는 실망스러운 표정으로 말했다. “행운의 뜻을 담아 케이크에 체리를 넣었어. 민준이 이렇게 기분을 상하게 할 줄은 몰랐네.” 아빠는 내 말을 들어주지도 않고 나를 밖으로 내보내 마당에서 벌을 서게 했다. 엄마는 나한테 요즘 온도가 40도를 넘으니 실내에서 얌전히 있으라고 하셨다. 정말 날씨가 너무 더웠다. 그런데 몸이 간지럽고 숨이 점점 막혀온다. 아빠를 찾아가 도움을 요청하려 했지만 내가 아무리 문을 두드려도 열어주지 않으셨다. 거실의 유리창을 통해 바라보니 아빠는 차가운 눈빛으로 한 번 쳐다보고는 끝내 문을 열어주지 않으셨다.

My mom was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Her life is smooth-sailing most of the time. The only mistake she's ever made is falling for my dad. That's why she insists on finding me a husband who's the complete opposite of my dad. My dad is tall and intimidating-looking, so Mom wants someone who's short and perverted-looking. My dad is a knowledgeable and well-read man, so Mom wants a guy who has only graduated from elementary school. My dad prioritizes his moral integrity more than anything else, so Mom prefers a guy who drinks, gambles, and sleeps around. She tells me, "This type of man is easy to manipulate, unlike your father, who just divorced me out of nowhere!" It's true that the man Mom has chosen for me won't divorce me. After all, he leeches from me on top of beating me up. It's not enough to leech my money from me, it seems—he just has to take everything from me. My mom says in a righteous tone, "This is the only way that proves you're valuable to him. He won't divorce you at all." I've fought back and escaped from my husband many times. Every time I do, my mom will trick me into returning to him by hurting herself. As always, I'm greeted with another round of beating whenever I do return to him. Mom will take me to the hospital to get my injuries treated. Then, she'll say, "Hurry up and give birth to a son for him. Once you have a son, you'll be extremely valuable to your husband. He won't beat you up anymore." Today is supposed to be the day Mom takes me to the hospital to check my ovulation timing. She spends a long time calling me on the phone, yet I never pick up. After that, she sends me a few audio messages that last for 60 seconds each just to lecture me. "Beatrice Anderson, what makes you think you can just ignore my calls? The hospital check-up is for your own good! As long as you can get pregnant with a son, your husband will be wrapped around your finger! He won't divorce you after this! Why can't you understand how much I care for you?" I seriously can't understand at all. After all, I've gotten beaten to death yesterday. My corpse is cut into 28 chunks, and they are being frozen in the fridge as I speak.

When I get reborn, I quietly change the name of the man I want to marry the most to the hedonistic playboy in the neighborhood. My dad, who's a political officer, is quite surprised to see the change, but he still accepts my choice. In my previous life, when Dad asked me who I liked the most among the young men of the military housing office, I uttered Judd Garrison's name with scarlet cheeks. Dad nodded. "Judd is your childhood friend, not to mention our families are compatible in terms of social standing and wealth. You two have grown up together since you were kids, so I believe he will treat you well." Later on, Judd and I got engaged and married. Our wedding was a fancy and high-profile one to the point that even the political leader gave us his blessings. But Judd was quick to submit an application to help defend the border half a year into our marriage. He claimed that he wanted to contribute to the country with his efforts. Not only did he abandon me, leaving me to take care of my in-laws on my own, but he also cut off contact with me when Dad was falsely accused of being corrupted. Just as I thought I couldn't function anymore after suffering from the pain wrought upon me by Dad's death, I received the tragic news that Judd had died in a mountain flood as well. Thanks to the devastation caused by both pieces of bad news, I ended up taking my own life by hanging myself. What I didn't expect was that a gray-haired, elderly couple would visit my grave to pay respects to me 40 years after my death. Judd, who should've been dead, had an arm wrapped around my cousin, Megan Whitlock, as they stood before my grave. "It's my fault for faking my death and lying to you, Julie. Back then, I had to marry you in order to fulfill my parents' request. Megan has always been the woman that I truly love. "This is all my fault, Julie. I just hope that you can stop pestering Megan from now on. If you really are resentful, you're free to direct your resentment at me." To think that they loved each other to this extent… Judd was willing to give up on his identity and fake his death in order to get out of his life with me so that he could stay with Megan forever. He even clung to the superstition that my postmortem resentment was the reason behind Megan's cancer. Having found out about the truth, I let go of my obsession and faded into nothing. When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day Dad asks me who I like the most.

A los 24 años, Sonia Sánchez medía 1.70 m y pesaba 90 kilos. A los 25, seguía midiendo 1.70 m, pero ya había bajado a 50 kilos. En solo un año, perdió 40 kilos y pasó de ser el hazmerreír de todos a convertirse en el centro de todas las miradas. Tenía una cintura fina, curvas perfectas, piernas largas, piel clara y un rostro precioso. Por sentarse en la mesa equivocada durante una cita, terminó casándose con Javier Cejudo, el heredero de la familia más poderosa de la capital. Javier era famoso por ser frío, severo y exigente; jamás se le veía cerca de una mujer. Todos esperaban verla fracasar. Decían que esa familia la echaría tarde o temprano. Pero la realidad era muy distinta: noche tras noche, Javier perdía el control con ella, la besaba con una pasión feroz y la dejaba temblando, sin aliento… *** Javier era guapo, rico, con abdominales marcados y un físico imponente. Se había casado con Sonia como parte de una alianza empresarial, y su idea de un matrimonio ideal era sencilla: respetarse y no meterse en la vida del otro. En la cama, eran fuego puro: intensos, ardientes y completamente entregados. Pero, fuera de ella, apenas parecían pareja: cordiales, distantes, casi como dos desconocidos. A Sonia parecía no importarle si él tenía gripe, dolor de cabeza o hasta un esguince; lo único que decía era: —Cuídate. Si él se iba de viaje de negocios durante un mes entero, Sonia no le mandaba ni un solo mensaje. Ella le daba toda la libertad del mundo, pero él se sentía cada vez más insatisfecho. Cuando volvió de uno de sus viajes, le impuso tres reglas. A partir de entonces, todos los días, como mínimo, Sonia tenía que abrazarlo veinte veces, besarlo cuarenta y llamarlo "esposo" ochenta veces. Y, si no cumplía, se aplicaría la cuarta: hacer el amor trece veces en una sola noche. Sonia no lo entendía. Si su matrimonio era solo una fachada, ¿por qué tenía que abrazarlo, besarlo y llamarlo "esposo" todos los días? Javier le tomó los pies helados y se los colocó sobre el abdomen para calentárselos. —No quiero seguir fingiendo. Quiero que seamos una pareja de verdad. Quiero enamorarme de ti… y que tú también te enamores de mí. Quiero que tengamos un bebé.

40歳のとき、誘拐された娘・中山結衣（なかやま ゆい）を助けようとして、私は片足を折られ、頭を激しく殴られた。その一件で、私は生涯消えることのない重い障害を負ってしまい、心も体もあの日から元の自分には戻れなくなった。 本当ならまだ子どものままでいてよかった結衣なのに、あの日を境に、大人になることを強いられた。仕事を3つも掛け持ちしながら、なけなしのお金で私を病院に通わせてくれた。 やがて結衣も結婚し、子供・中山涼太（なかやま りょうた）が生まれた。しかし、涼太は先天性の心臓病を患っていたのだった。 結衣と彼女の夫・中山洋介（なかやま ようすけ）の肩に家庭の負担が全てのしかかる。 そしてある日、私が懲りずに涼太のおやつを勝手に食べて、洗ったばかりのソファを汚してしまったときのことだった。 結衣のずっと溜め込んできた感情が爆発した。 「どうしてまだ生きてるの！なんで私を助けたときに死んでくれなかったのよ！」 自分を抑えきれなくなった結衣は、お湯を張ったお風呂に私を突き飛ばす。 しかし、私のこの人生が終わりを告げようとした時、結衣はっと我に返ったらしく、慌てて私を助け出してくれた。 結衣はその場にへたり込み、声をあげて泣きじゃくった。 「もう無理……私、本当に、もう無理だよ……」 私はまだなにが起きたのかよく分かっていなかったので、ただ、ぎこちなく手を伸ばし、結衣の涙を拭うことしかできなかった。 お湯でふやけてしまった手の中のクッキーを、そっと彼女の口元へ差し出す。 結衣がまだ小さかった頃あやしたみたいに、やさしく声をかけた。 「結衣。ほら、もう泣かないの。これを食べたら元気になるからね」